Maybach Music 2

J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

Hey!

Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach

Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back

Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh

You gotta see it (Hey!)

'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach

'Cause I'm in it to win now, ni***s can't take that

Listen to my Maybach music

To my Maybach music

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

Martin, Louie the King Jr

Startin' all that stuntin' is gon' ruin you

If B.I. was alive, he'd prob'ly have the 2-tone

With the Grey Poupon, anything 'Ye poop on

Will explode, 'cause I am the s***, and this is my commode

Uh-oh, there they go

Talking 'bout how your boy's clothes extra tight

I just remembered that my limelight extra bright

I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype

You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke

We know who not getting no sex tonight

And a lap dance'd probably be a blessin', right?

So all the s*** you talking dead, coffin

Like the weed, coughing, new crib, loft in

Where it's at? Austin, where is that? Texas

What's in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus

Well, who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's!

Hey! Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach

Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back

Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh

You gotta see it (Hey!)

'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach

'Cause I'm in it to win now, ni***s can't take that

Listen to my Maybach music

To my Maybach music

[Interlude: Rick Ross]

Boss!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Kush burn like petroleum, crib needs custodians

Shades in all shades, these made of rhodium

Used to be the Oldsmo, hoes call it oh-lo

Now I got so many horses, bi***es call me Polo

57, 62, tell me how you wanna move

Yeah, you know I got them both

Beat your a** black and blue (Yeah!)

I was barely gettin' pretty women

Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter

Any winter, Fendi denim like a slender ni***

Lookin' in the mirror, I can see the real contender

Celery for Eben Gregory, I'm on my dinner

So what the f*** is you telling me other than your gender?

I'm a boss, and I'm ridin' like a small Vogue

Ni***s make your wheels and ride 'em 'til they fall off

Yeah! Ross!

Hey! Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach

Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back

Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh

You gotta see it (Hey!)

'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach

'Cause I'm in it to win now, ni***s can't take that

Listen to my Maybach music

To my Maybach music

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]

Well, all right!

Hehehe

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

All-black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the a**hole

Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl

Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll

That's right, them mils do, like damp clothes

I eat your meal, too, we don't feel you

And we be strapping up like the Navy SEAL do

Sweet as banana-split every time I peel through

Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too

Watching TV in the Maybach in traffic

I'm on my feet like Tough-Actin' Tinactin

I'm running this s***, you should try tackling

Lil Wayne in one word? Immaculate

You see the Biggie, see the Jay, the 2Pac in him

The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks

And then I'm back to doin' s*** like I do's it

Maybach Music!

Hey! Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach (Yeah!)

Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back (Young Mula, baby!)

Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh (Oww!)

You gotta see it (Hey!)

'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach

'Cause I'm in it to win now, ni***s can't take that

Listen to my Maybach music

To my Maybach music